no because my neighbors are so extra, bhai. last week, the aunty upstairs decided my dog barking was a “summoning” noise, yaar. so she gathered the whole society for a “possession intervention.” imagine a circle of middle-aged aunties in my living room like they are some spiritual task force instead of calling the vet. honestly, my only possession right now is the unpaid electricity bill looming o...
is it weird that I spent three hours in a library going through old archives, literally searching for anything that might make me feel something, and ended up leaving with just a stack of forgotten love letters from the 1940s, imagining the lives of strangers while mine felt so empty and unremarkable?
day 36 of pretending everything is fine. i cleaned out the fridge today and found his half-eaten takeout from six weeks ago. it’s funny how everyone keeps saying "it’s just a stomach problem," like it's an embarrassing secret instead of a deadly reality. no one wants to talk about the fact that he drank himself to death and these hospital bills are piling up like a weight on my chest that never go...